amber affair

In such a caring and gentle inquiry, Ryoma smiled, without hiding the joy in his heart.Looking up at Sanada's condensed eyes, a blush appeared on her fair little face, and her immature and hoarse voice added a touch of shyness: "It doesn't hurt anymore. Besides, it's worth seeing Sanada-senpai looking so out of control."

Thinking back to the frenzy in the student union office a few days ago, even Sanada couldn't help but see a fiery look on his face.His eyes lingered on the soft lips that had given him great pleasure, and a trace of heat rippled away from the place that had been soothed, scorching his whole body.

Averting his eyes uncomfortably, his deep voice was uncontrollably hoarse, and he whispered: "In the future, don't do that."

Because I want more than that comfort, I want to possess you as I dreamed, to have you all mine.This is my dirty, absolutely ulterior selfishness.

"No." Proudly raised his delicate jaw, staring at Sanada's unnatural expression with burning eyes, a hint of teasing flashed across his golden cat eyes, and his pink mouth moved closer to his tightly pursed lips.In the distance where they could touch each other's lips, Ryoma snorted softly: "Actually, Sanada-senpai likes it very much, right?"

"Stop messing around, Echizen!" Leaning over to kiss the seductive little mouth that always likes to say some ambiguous words to tease him, Sanada scolded softly, but couldn't help but indulge in the sweetness that he couldn't get enough of.

Holding Sanada's neck tightly, Ryoma panted slightly and opened his mouth, letting his fiery tongue slip into his mouth and eagerly wrap around his own.Stirring, sucking, ambiguous water overflowed from the corners of the lips unbearably, pulling out a touch of obscene light in the setting sun.

Twisting his body, the unbearable heat between his legs was rubbing against his huge belly, Ryoma was short of breath, but he still didn't forget to provoke: "I heard that Sanada-senpai is a big iceberg as famous as the minister, so it's all a lie of."

Tightly holding the seductive kitten in his arms, rubbing his body hot, Sanada raised his head to part the entangled lips and tongue, a trace of suppressed sweat snaked down from his forehead.The thin shirt on his body had long been soaked in sweat, sticking to his skin sticky, and shivering sensitively when touched lightly.

Frowning in dissatisfaction, half-closed his amber cat eyes and squinted at Sanada's frowning, Ryoma opened his mouth and bit heavily on his pulsating neck.Looking at the traces left by himself, he raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly: "Really don't want it?"

"Really not." Pushing away the young man who was still teasing him, Sanada carefully made him sit down, and Sanada got up quickly.Taking a deep breath, calming down his violent heartbeat, he looked down at the slightly disappointed cat's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If you continue to make trouble, I won't take you out to watch the summer festival later."

Pouted, staring at Sanada with dissatisfaction, Ryoma pointed to the obvious bulge between each other's legs, panting lightly: "What should I do about this?"

"I leave the bathroom for you, I'll use the guest room." As if not daring to look at those golden eyes full of charm, Sanada quickly turned around and walked towards the guest room as if fleeing.

Behind him, the young man curled up, looking at the tall background hurriedly away with a little disappointment and a little pride, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Just wait, Sanada-senpai.Deliberately not contacting me made me feel so uncomfortable, I won't just let you go!As you said, you are mine and mine alone!

(51)

Tezuka never thought that three years would have passed in a blink of an eye from the time they parted until they met each other on the field again.

For three years, every day for the past three years, no matter how tiring the training during the day or how difficult the game is, when night falls, those cat-like amber eyes will appear in front of my eyes.In the past three years, the previous scenes have always been repeated in front of my eyes, as if it is a knot, and it seems to be a reincarnation with no end in sight.

So, after holding up the championship trophy amid the cheers of the audience and ending a regular AP competition, Tezuka stared at the proud and stubborn boy beside him, but smiled sincerely to himself, smiled, and then gestured He lifted the trophy with himself.

After finishing the routine post-match interviews as usual, Tezuka returned to the waiting room specially prepared for the players participating in the finals. Looking at the boy who was curled up like a cat on the sofa with his eyes closed, he softly invited: "Do you want to eat together?" dinner?"

Opening his eyes, looking at Tezuka's calm and handsome face with half-closed amber cat eyes, Ryoma raised his eyebrows and smiled, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I haven't seen the minister for a long time."

Avoiding the reporters who have been asking him about his relationship with Echizen since the press conference just now, Tezuka chose a small restaurant in Stuttgart with extremely authentic signature dishes as a place for chatting after the reunion.

Asked the waiter for delicious grilled meat and new wine, while waiting for the dinner to be served, Tezuka quietly looked at the exquisite face that had hardly changed, and there was a touch of melancholy in his deep voice: "The past few years is it going well?"

"It's the same as usual, it's nothing bad." Resting his chin and looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Longma turned his head and half-squinted his eyes to stare at the quiet and serious phoenix eyes, and chuckled: "The minister is still the same, and the facial nerve necrosis has not been cured yet. Okay?"

It was still the same proud, hoarse voice, and even the smile was as cute as ever, and Tezuka shook his head and sighed, with a slight curve of his lips, "You too, but it's more annoying than before. Has grown tall."

"Tch, is the minister reminding me that I am still not as tall as you?" Long Ma wrinkled his straight and small bridge of nose in dissatisfaction, and glared at the phoenix eyes with a faint smile, muttering: "One day I will will surpass you."

"I didn't mean that, Echizen." Still the same as three years ago, Tezuka, who was not good at words, used tennis to open up the embarrassing situation between them that was about to disappear.Recalling the tit-for-tat match just now, he suddenly sighed softly, and quietly said: "Today's match was very good. I didn't expect that it was not much later than you and entered AP. Today is the first time I really met it. once."

It seems that there are many opportunities to meet again, but because of one or another reason, they pass by. Is this the so-called "either a miss or a fault"?They obviously didn't want to give up tennis and the only possible bond between them, why did this bond come so late.

It's been three years. Although he deliberately didn't pay attention to the progress between this child and Sanada, when facing him at this moment, Tezuka still couldn't help asking: "Is Sanada okay?"

An unintentional sentence caused a sour pain in Longma's heart, and even his eyes dimmed.With his head down, he took out a cigarette from his ball bag, lit one between his slender fingers, and stared faintly at the curling smoke. He shook his head: "I don't know. He never took the initiative to contact me, even if I was the one who called, and hung up after a few words."

Such a situation has long been used to thinking that it is a kind of nature.But every time I hang up the phone, my heart always hurts.He really didn't know, what was he to that person?Friends or more?Not yet a lover?

The young man's smoking posture was beautiful, but there was always a sad aura in his quiet phoenix eyes, and Tezuka frowned slightly. "How did you learn to smoke? It's not good for your health."

"Minister, why do you always like to lecture me like him?" He chuckled softly, squinting at his fingers, and there was an indelible loneliness in his beautiful smile.

It's not that I want to smoke, nor do I think that smoking is a sign of maturity, but sometimes when I feel unbearably lonely, smoking can relieve the loneliness that penetrates my heart.

"Did he treat you badly?" The slender fingers curled up gently, holding them in the palm to maintain the usual calmness, Tezuka's eyes were filled with deep pity, looking at the white fingers curled into a lonely posture, Asked in a dumb voice.

Shaking his head, as if he wanted to deny everything, Ryoma retorted with a hoarse voice, "No one can treat me better than him. He is just worried that I won't be able to go all out to participate in the competition."

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to calm down the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, Tezuka pursed his lips tightly and did not make a sound.Almost, just a little bit, he couldn't help but say: Echizen, if he treats you badly, can you consider staying with me.

But Tezuka didn't, because he knew very well that he had already lost his chance since that time when he finally mustered up the courage to confess.Echizen trusted him, chased him, admired him, but never liked him.Those emotions exist only because of tennis; those emotions have nothing to do with liking.

There was a long silence, until the waiter brought the dinner, Tezuka spoke in the most usual tone, and the topic of the conversation had changed quietly: "Have you contacted Fuji recently?"

"Well, although I don't have many calls on the phone, I often send emails." Thinking of the attachments that are often stuffed in the mailbox, Ryoma couldn't help laughing, playing with the silver knife and fork in his hand, and said: "Senior Fuji is sure enough. He has a free and easy temperament, and he has just graduated from high school, and he has already started to wander around the world. The last time he told me, he was in Tibet, and it was said that he was fascinated by something about Tantra."

No two, do you really plan to forget him with your life of ups and downs?However, no matter where you go, you still can't forget it.Otherwise, how can you, who is erratic, make him the person who knows your whereabouts best.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the red wine, the faint fragrance of grapes and slightly sour taste lingered between his lips and teeth, Tezuka frowned slightly and did not speak.

He can't forget, before leaving Japan for Germany and